The next day, after breakfast, Chen Xing set off to return to the camp. Although Nova will not be against him for the time being, the feeling of being controlled makes him uncomfortable. Before leaving, he deliberately tried to take the half-machine, half-creature heart.

"Exile Chen Xing, until you have a definite way to leave, I suggest you leave your things here." A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the speakers in the off-site preparation room.

Sure enough, Nova came out to intervene.

"Is it just advice?" Chen Xing asked seemingly casually.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense. It took a long time for the speaker to rehearse.

"Yes, just advice."

But in the end, Chen Xing didn't take things out. He may gamble his life for something of value, but he would never go back to the table knowing he was going to lose. Here's the biggest difference between a businessman and a gambler.

Soon after Chen Xing left, tens of thousands of kilometers away, in the central wilderness of the Red Earth Continent, deep under the Ivory City. The falling pipelines are like vines in the primeval jungle, intertwined with each other without losing their regularity. Copper pipes, wires, and steel bars make up this dark space, and the flickering blue points of light are like flying fireflies, sometimes scattering and sometimes gathering. The surrounding area is surrounded by a thick ice mist, as if you have stepped into a jungle at night.

The temperature here is very low, maybe only about -4 degrees. A small, murmuring voice echoes in the alternating light and dark, mysterious and profound.

"Chen Xing, street child, newsboy, courier, mercenary, captain of the marginal town, leader of the exile group 'master group', education level, equivalent to junior high school, IQ assessment, average, EQ assessment, upper middle, pressure ability, high ......"

"Wipe out Chen Xing, occupy the required core, and the probability of passing the test is 99.9153876/4557......"

"Cooperate with Chen Xing to obtain the required core, and the probability of success is 0.13791407246/481......"

"The difference is minus 0.05330171803481......"

"Weather Correction Parameter 0.00001, Earthquake Correction Parameter 0.0000185, Tsunami Correction Parameter ...... Four thousand eight hundred and thirty-one repetitive operations, Chen Xing, street children, newsboys, couriers, mercenaries, ......"

The voice repeated, like a whisper from hell, mechanical and cold, terrifying.

Two days later, Chen Xing returned to the camp and happened to meet Wu Jinjian running down the mountain with the newcomers.

"Boss!" "Hello Commander!"

Most people knew Chen Xing, and they saluted and greeted each other when they saw it. Chen Xing smiled and nodded in response, this action was learned from the leaders of the company on the earth, it was very practical and tried and tested.

The cave of the stronghold is divided into three areas, which are the rest area, the granary, and the dormitory. Chen Xing set up his room in the rest area, which was quiet at night, and it was convenient to come out and sit. But not then, as the team grows, it will be set up as a command center.

He asked Cassie, Ghost Fox, and Big Cat to recruit people from the nearby survival center, which was expected to expand to about two hundred. The dozen or so team members who went to Lethe with him were all promoted to squad leaders, and the first batch to join was mentioned as deputy squad leaders.

Combat groups are different from commercial groups, the main goal of business groups is to make money, so they pay more attention to work ability, and whoever can make money for the company will be reused, and there are more cases of exceptional promotion. And the main goal of the fighting group is to fight, and the first element of the fight is unity and bravery. No matter how strong your ability is, it's useless to be a coward on the battlefield. Fighting relies on the friendship of shoulder to shoulder, you need to trust each other, give your back to your teammates, the rules of the modern workplace do not apply to the battlefield, so combat merit is the only criterion to measure, as long as you rush through the front and shed blood, you are your own good brother.

Even if this person's IQ and EQ are not high, and there are many minor problems, as long as the combat merits are enough, the other party must be promoted. It's just that the ability is insufficient, but the combat merits are relatively large, and it is likely to arrange some idle positions, such as nominal staff officers or logistics officers, etc.

Although it is winter, the snow is fluttering and the wind is cold, but the construction of the camp is in full swing. In less than half a month, four camps were opened in a row. The site is located on a nearby mountain, with the cave as the center, and the control range reaches a radius of five kilometers.

Big Cat is the deputy regiment commander and logistics team leader, Wu Jinjian, Kaxi, and Ghost Fox are the battle squadron leaders, each leading seven six-person squads, a total of about fifty combat squadrons.

Chen Xing now has money, weapons and equipment are naturally the best configuration, and the food is also according to the standards of the garrison of the edge town. Everyone is confident about the future of the team, and even the slogans of the drill are particularly loud.

In the blink of an eye, it is late December, and the harvest festival is gradually approaching. The construction of the camp also came to an end, and Chen Xing packed his things in the room and went to the old to welcome the new.

The Harvest Festival is the most solemn traditional festival in the Red Continent, which is equivalent to the "Holy Light Festival" in the West Continent and the "February Festival" in the East Continent, indicating that the old year has passed and the new year is coming. On the eve of the festival, people throw away some useless old things to say goodbye to the past.

Every festive season, Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the two elders in his hometown. At this time, my mother would take the shabby clothes and pierced socks that she had saved for a year to the downstairs of the staff dormitory and burn them with everyone to remove bad luck. Then he will make his favorite mushroom stewed pork knuckles, egg horn casserole, fried eggplant, garlic fried chicken wings, braised pork ribs, American ginseng and old chicken soup......

I don't know how time is calculated in the multiverse. When he was reborn, did it take sixteen years on Earth, or only one year? Or time passes at different speeds, only a few months, or even a few days, or hundreds or thousands of years......

I don't know if the two elders are still doing well after he is gone?

It is conceivable that when his son disappeared, the two elders must be looking for him all over the world, spending every day in grief and anxiety, and it is difficult to die well.

Thinking about it, Chen Xing's eyes turned red.

However, in the vast sea of time and space, even the legendary powerhouse is so small, let alone a mortal. The chances of finding your way home are almost zero.

Back then, for the sake of career development, I left my hometown and got together with my parents less and left more. Thinking about it now, I regret it in my heart, and I only hate that I didn't cherish the time we spent together.

Thinking of this, he knelt down facing east. recalled the voices and faces of the two elders in his mind, and kowtowed vigorously. Each blow was heavy until the forehead was bruised and bleeding.

"My son is unfilial, and I have made you suffer."

"Father and mother, may you live a healthy life and a long life......